Lyrics Running Touch – Courtesy Of

I think I’m tired of hearing don’t
With ticket stubs in front of me
Paint my house all shades of gold
That way I can’t see

He’s not real, real, real, no
Real, real, no, hey, no, no
Real, real, real, no, no
No, no

I’m not even friends with the ones I know
Courtesy of Curtis, I’m on my own
I’m not even friends with the ones I know
Courtesy of Curtis, I’m on my own

Quarter your visits and then some
As every breath disturbs me
And I would have no one know
Of all these years waiting

Days spend whiling and waiting
In an anvil of sheets, yeah
An anvil of sheets
Your nose upon mine as I would go
But who would you have if I were to leave?

He’s not real, real, real, no no
Real, real, no, hey, no, no
Real, real, real, no, no
No, no, no, hey, no, no

He’s not real, real, real, no no
Real, real, no, hey, no, no
Real, real, real, no, no
No, no

I’m not even friends with the ones I know

I’m not even friends with the ones I know
Courtesy of Curtis, I’m on my own
I’m not even friends with the ones I know
Courtesy of Curtis, I’m on my own